Chapter ten

An hour later Harry and Carrie walked out of Blade hand in hand, Harry was working out a plan in his mind as they walked along deep in casual conversation. Harry felt slightly strange calling Carrie, Lily.

They were discussing things so trivial that Harry was confused to whether Carrie was actually Carrie any more. They walked along for a while before Harry stopped to tie his shoe, he bent down, drew out his wand and stunned her. She fell limply into his arms and he carried her back to thee house.

He lay her down on the sofa and woke her. "Where am I?" She asked at once sitting up and looking around nervously, "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing, you fainted" Harry lied, "I brought you back to my house, would you like some tea, coffee or water?" She shook her head; Harry took a seat next to her. "I need to ask you a few questions."

"Questions?" She queried, "I knew you were too good to be true."

"What do you mean?"

"Why on earth would a guy like you be interested in a girl like me?"

"Yeah, your very pretty, your just not my type, you don't have a penis."

"Your gay" Harry nodded, "Then why did you chat me up and then ask me out?"

"Because I want to help you, your name isn't Lily, its Carrie Baline, we have been friends since we were little kids, your memory has been removed and I'd like to see if we can get it back."

"Wait, what, I don't know you, I've lived here my entire life, I have no idea what your talking about, my name is Lily."

"Look, if you let me look inside your head and I'm wrong then I'll let you go and you can forget all about me but if I'm right then you have to let me give you back your memory."

"I don't want you inside my head." Carrie said stubbornly.

"I don't want to force you Carrie, you are a good friend, you're like a sister to me but that doesn't mean that I won't."

She got up to try and leave but Harry just stunned her, sat her down and preformed occumency on her and found what he was looking for. There was a lot of faulty work around her memories, with a few simple spells that were in lost Latin text he was able to break them down and then with a few more complicated spells he began to restore each memory that had been removed.

It was long and tiring work in the middle of which everyone returned, they remained silent and did not disturb Harry and Carrie as he worked to rebuild who she was. It was four in the morning at which time Harry was drained magically, mentally and physically.

Carrie was a little confused, however Harry had done a good job on her but it didn't stop Carrie from being distraught, she couldn't remember what had happened to her or even who had done it to her. She was given a cup of tea and was settled down in bed for a good nights rest. She had been through a traumatic experience and needed to regain her energy and get her head around it.

"Are you going to be alright?" Harry asked her as he tucked her in. She nodded and smiled at him, "Okay, I'm right across the hallway if you need anything." Again she nodded before closing her eyes and turning away from him.

When Harry had left her he heard her start to cry, and it was then that he broke one of the main rules of being an Allure. Never hate your enemy but Harry hated them now, he loathed them with every fibre of his being and vowed that he would kill them.

He slowly made his way across the hall and into his room where Draco waiting for him, he was sat up on the bed reading a book which he closed and put aside when Harry entered.

"How is she?" Draco asked, he didn't know her and didn't really care but he knew that Harry did and therefore he did.

"Bad but she'll get better, it took a lot out of her but she'll be alright."

"That's a good thing right."

"I suppose."

"If it's a good thing why are you so upset?"

"Because she shouldn't have to get over it and move on, our training tells us that if you can't deal with things like this you get left behind, she cries tonight but tomorrow morning she'll be the old Carrie that we know and love. We all suppress things, it's how we've been trained."

"What do you mean by that?"

"A spell was cast upon us all so that we remember what was done to our families, everything we saw, the pain, the torture and the death. It doesn't matter how young we were when it happened, we remember."

"What is it that you remember?"

"He came to my parent's house, my mother she tried to save me, he murdered y father first, I remember his screaming as he was tortured first before the life was taken from him. I watched my mother die before my eyes, I was only one years old, powerless to do anything. Then he turned his wand on me."

"What they've done to you isn't right, they shouldn't be allowed …"

"But they have, we've lived with it our whole lives, it's the lot we were given and we except it, I had a choice this evening, I could have removed that memory from Carrie's mind but I didn't, I let her remember the fact that she was put under the imperio curse at the age of nine, made to murder both her parents, six year old twin sisters and her four year old brother. I could have taken that pain away but I didn't."

"You can't mess with peoples minds Harry, you rebuilt who she was, Carrie may not have been the person she is today without that memory, however brutal it is."

"Maybe your right, but it still doesn't change the fact that I could have made her existence that little bit better but I didn't."

"Come on baby, don't blame yourself, it isn't your fault that the ministry mistreated you, I know you feel responsible for your friends and that they look up to you and respect you but in the end your all in the same position. Besides, you have me to care for you now so I'm going to help you to relax."

Draco slowly began to kiss him, soft sweet kisses to his lips and then caring butterfly kisses down his jaw to the collar of Harry's turtle neck. Draco withdrew only long enough to remove it before his hand went to rest upon Harry's chest, where he could feel the brunette's heart beating beneath his palm.

The kisses that they shared were adoring and loving, Draco's fingers ran through Harry's ebony hair loving its silky texture. When Draco pulled back he looked deep into Harry's intense emerald orbs as if engrossed by a meaningful book.

Draco stroked a stray hair out of Harry's eyes and kissed him again. "Are you tired?" The blonde asked, Harry just nodded in response.

"What I did today was draining in more ways than one."

"That's okay, I could use a break, I'm quite tired myself."

"Tell me what you did after I left, did you have fun?"

"It wasn't bad, Drew and Megan began making out and then Clayton chatted up this guy that he was serving and arranged to meet him tomorrow morning for coffee and then after three or four girls hit on me I left recommending that the hook up with Nicholas, however as I left Sydney was snogging one."

As Draco had told him this they had settled themselves under the duvet, facing each other and they were holding hands.

"Really?"

"Yep, everyone had a good time while you were working."

"I'm sorry that you didn't."

"I'm okay with that, your good at what you do and should therefore keep doing it."

"I don't think I want to." Harry admitted "It isn't exactly a fulfilling life to lead, maybe I want a relatively normal life."

"We can all dream Harry but there may not be a chance that you will ever get that, we all have a role to fill in this life, as far as I can see yours is to kill Voldemort and save the day for all of us that aren't brave enough to do so."

"And what's your role in life Dray?"

"Mine is to be with you until the day that I die."

"Or the day that I die" Harry said gravely, "But I don't want to talk about that, I just want to lie here with you forever."

After a few moments of silence Harry was fast asleep, for a while Draco just watched him, his features smooth and innocent in sleep there was no sign of the turmoil and pain that was concealed beneath his outer appearance.

Draco fell asleep with this image in his mind and as a result he dreamt of Harry, sexual dreams that he would never admit to later but there was also a child, a baby in a crib that he couldn't make sense of.

When he awoke Harry was gone but the bed was still warm from his presence, there were voices downstairs but Draco was loath to get up and go to them, the bed was warm and inviting him to linger longer.

It was tempting to wait for Harry to return to him so that they could make sweet love to him until Harry was begging him to make the orgasms stop and even then he would keep going. The thought alone was turning him on so he remained in bed, waiting.

However when Harry did finally return he was looking sombre, Draco knelt up and Harry encircled his arms around his waist and kissed him. "What's wrong baby?"

"We have to kidnap Landon and Cassidy after school today, not some thing I'm looking forward to doing, especially since I'm going to have to go into their minds and rebuild what was taken."

"Why you, why can't the other do it?" Draco asked, his stomach wasn't feeling too brilliant again but he didn't want to part with Harry, especially not when he needed someone to comfort him.

"Because I'm the only one who was able to develop this particular skill far enough to manage a task this huge," Harry said.

Draco's stomach gave a lurch and he scrambled out of bed trying to keep the contents of his stomach down. "I have to …" Draco tried to say but then loosing the battle he made a mad dash for the bathroom which unfortunately was already occupied. Draco began to retch and before he could stop himself he had thrown up in the hallway.

Harry rushed out to help him, casting a vanishing and then a cleaning charm on the vomit but not before the sickly sweet smell had wafted into his nostrils. Harry bent down and began to rub soothing circles on the blonde back.

"Draco honey, are you alright." Feebly Draco nodded, Nicholas watched from the doorway of the bathroom after having just stepped out, he looked genuinely concerned. "Nick, could you get Carrie for me."

Nicholas nodded and headed for the stairs, "Why do you need Carrie?"

"She's the only one of us trained to be a medi-witch." Harry told him.

"Harry I'm fine, I just had a bit too much to drink last night that's all, nothing to worry about, I don't need a medi-witch, I'm hung over is all." Draco protested as Harry led him back to their room and lay him down on the bed.

"I'd feel better if you just let her look you over, just in case."

"I'm fine, I don't need to be checked over." Draco said again but Harry looked stern.

"I'll be the judge of that." Carrie said from the door, she was looking slightly more feeble than usual but as Harry had predicted she was just Carrie, as if nothing had happened at all.

"Please don't make a fuss, I'm fine" Draco said as Carrie approached them and withdrew her wand.

"I'll just give you a general check up okay," She said, Harry nodded but Draco looked sceptic about this, he turned to Harry.

"Please, I'm fine, I feel better already."

"What's wrong with you, why don't you want a check up?"

"I just don't like medi witches and wizards, when I was a child I had a bad experience okay, please don't, I'm alright, honestly."

"Oh Dray, don't be silly, Carrie won't hurt you, just relax."

Draco did as he was told but he was still a little nervous, he made a silent vow to himself that he wasn't going to drink any potions that this woman gave to him.

After numerous spells Carrie called Nicholas to her, and after a hushed conversation between the two of them Nicholas scurried off looking excited, Carrie then turned to Harry and Draco.

"I only have my assumptions but I have some news for the two of you, before I tell you anything Nick is brewing a potion so that I can be sure that I am right."

Both Harry and Draco looked at each other not sure what to expect from this but both as nervous as the other, looking at Carrie begging them not to keep them in suspense any longer.

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